I used to believe that everything was "clear" until it was painted. I remember having a hard time trying to figure out how construction crews could keep straight what they had built on a house, or where it was, until it was painted, and they could see it.
A childhood belief about in the street
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that angels painted the sky.— Jessica
- I used to think all mice were white and those whom had other coloring were just painted— Feral
- I used to think a con artist was someone who painted pictures in prison.— Brandon Campbell
- When I was a sprog, I used to think that Rainbows were painted in the sky by magic fairies— Jojo
- When I was little, I believed that my Dad worked in a factory where they painted peas green!— Hannah G.
- if I painted an egg on Easter Sunday, it would turn into chocolate during the night— Kay